My 3-year-old son, River, sat in my TiLite wheelchair, pushing around our house. He’s becoming a good driver, crashing into walls and furniture less and less. As I cozied into our couch, River asked me, from across the room, to help him reach his monster truck that fell off his lap onto the floor. I told him if he wanted help, he’d have to bring me my chair. “Momma, just walk,” he replied. When I told him I couldn’t, he encouragingly replied, “Try harder!” I chuckled and explained that I already tried hard, but my legs don’t move. He got quiet, wheeled toward me, and asked, “Why?” I hesitated.
Even though I had answered this question